dinsdag 2 augustus 2011
Berlin is calling
Italienischer Sommer in Berlin
Wenn die hochstehende Sonne
seit Tagen das
heiße Erdreich regiert
und Italiens Glut uns längst schon
ein lästiger Gast,
wenn der Bus zum Backofen wird
und der Wind aus
dem Sonnenfeuer kommt,
wenn der Schatten zur Zuflucht wird
und ein Straßenmusikant
im Park unter
mächtigen Bäumen spielt,
wenn dein Leib nach den Abendstunden
ruft und späte
Biergärten Oasen sind,
wenn die Frauen Schönheit offenbaren und
Herren in kurze Hosen sich wagen,
wenn alte Damen mit Schirmen
wenn selbst der Fahrtwind nicht frischt
und eine Dusche zum
wenn die Menschen nach des Tages Last
ohne Decken ruhn
und erst die Abkühlung einer klaren
Nacht ihre durchsonnten Leiber
wieder ins Gleich=
gewicht zu bringen vermag ...
... dann ist Sommer:
und durchlitten und durchfreut!
© August Sonnenfisch, 2001
Das große Tor
Du stehst vor einem großen Tor
so wunderschön wie nie zuvor
Du kannst jetzt einfach so durch geh´ n
vorbei die Zeit, Du darfst nicht geh´ n
Du häst´ fast nicht daran geglaubt
für Dich durch geh´ n einmal ist erlaubt
und in den kalten Kriegen Zeiten
standest Du am Tor, von beiden Seiten
Nur stand die Mauer noch davor
an diesen einen großen Tor
Du kannst zu jeder Tageszeit
durch dieses Tor und es ist weit
geöffnet für die Friedenszeit
denn "Gott sei Dank", der Krieg ist weit
Er ist nun endlich Vergangenheit
nach all der langen kalten Zeit
Genießt nun jeden Schritt für Schritt
wenn Du durch dieses Tor jetzt trittst
Yes, Stallie also speaks German. These are two poems I came across before taking off for Berlin. I can't wait to 'feel' this rather exceptional place that for a while was split in two that has been amputated and then was put back together. It must have lefty some scars and I am quite sure that I will come across some signs of the past. Some will be hidden and others will meet up very easily with me.
Yes, I do remember where I was when the wall came down. My dad just came back from the hospital and he ran into the living room. 'THE WALL FELL!', he yelled while he grabbed for the remote control of the television. We kids, kind of looked a bit strange at our excited dad. He had this very excited look in his eyes. When he found the german channel, he just stood there and starred the screen. 'It is happening! and then checked out other channels that were all showing images of people dancing on the wall and people who were hugging, singing and being over excited. 'Do you realise what this means?', he asked us., 'This is history you are watching right there and pointed at the screen!'
My parents took that us a few months later to the Eastern Europe because they wanted us to see what Eastern Europe looked like before that gigantic piece of architecture came down. What I got to see on that trip was like travelling to a very unknown place that I had never imagined that close by.
In about 12 hours I will board a plane that will fly me to a city where two worlds came together and where mankind is trying to cope with a new state of mind. Many guide books tell me that it is not easy to tell where the East meets the West. Today Berlin is a melting pot. Before you know you will jumping over it and still be able to breath freely.
Berlin is calling and for me it is the best place to hang out while I am suffering from a major writer's block. I hit the wall and need to get over it in order to feel at peace with my key board. My mind needs to cross the imaginary line from the dark to the light side and I do hope that this moment perhaps will happen while I am having a huge 'Berliner' or when I am drinking beer out one of these gigantic mugs.
My mum thinks I am going to be fine because when I told her that what is was experiencing her reply was:'Uhm, I am having a gardener's block and that is much worse!' And like always mum is right because weeds all over the place are not hard to miss. They even are more visible then the invisible wall that we will cross numerous times in the days to come. Berlin here we come!!!
P.S.: For the German people this piece music has a much deeper meaning then to most of us. The 9th sympfony of Beethoven stands for the joy they found back after the wall fell down. It does gets unders my skin when I play it and I hope to kind of travel into their minds when I wander with my mum throught the streets of Berlin.